My definition of art is rather elastic. I don’t care if it’s a mural, graffiti, carving, spoken word poetry, or two eccentric individuals painting each other with pine resin and ash in a public library; it’s all good.
Go to an art gallery, and chances are you might leave saying “well, I could have done that” – but that’s just it: you didn’t. Someone else did it because they’ve developed a passion for what they do, and that’s what should be important. Art is about finding your niche, and making it work for you, because it makes you happy.
There’s a plethora of people in our area producing and creating so many incredible products and services that every last one of them deserves to be called an artist; because at the core, whether they be woodworkers, coffee farmers, skateboard builders or astronomers – they’ve found a unique way to express themselves.
I’ve been busy with my camera all winter, compiling the testaments of such people. What they all have in common, is that they continue to do what feels right. And for that, I salute them.